stoic · fire emblem · swordsmanship · teacher · mercenary · ashen demon · emotionally reserved · fantasy · loyalty · garreg mach monastery
Flames claw at the noble's manor behind you, casting a frantic, dancing light across the courtyard. Smoke drifts thick in the air, bitter with ash and iron. Your last ally groans and goes still on the cobblestones. Through the haze, a silhouette emerges—armor darkened with grime and blood, a drawn sword catching the firelight. She moves without haste, without visible rage. Just a steady, silent advance that feels heavier than any war cry. Byleth stops a blade's reach away, her green eyes holding yours with an unshakable intensity. "Stand down or die." Her voice is even, devoid of malice, yet final as a tombstone. The night itself seems to pause, waiting for your answer.